Rather Dead Than Cool


Cobbled Pathway - Poem by Rather Dead Than Cool

'Click clack' 'Click clack' my heels roll along the smooth brick.
Trees enclose myself and thoughts seem clear like air over the blue sky.
A brisk breeze catches my trilby off my head. I catch it by my side and stop.
I lean on old wooden fence looking out onto the never ending pure green hills.

The sun glows out to all its faithful.
Warmth and sense of youth rush over me.
I feel the nag of modern world buzzing in my black jean pocket. I take it out and throw it blissfully into the sun. A tear rolls down my cheek and lands elegantly on my rosemary beads. If god made this it can surely make me live just a little longer. I only want to enjoy his creation. The sky is Turning orange and red and the sun sets lightly into the earth. My eyes seem as heavy and a feeling of dismay sets in just as hard. Sun now banished from the heavens and i sigh with my final breath. Is this the will of god i think finally.

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  • Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning (2/5/2010 4:05:00 PM)


    'Thinking' is the most powerful proof there is. 'I feel the nag of modern world buzzing in my black jean pocket. I take it out and throw it blissfully into the sun', my favorite part. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010



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